avanzalo What I have to say, so you lift the weight of the dark for years.
just starting to understand the blue snow-fortunately-daily in sleep, the noise stops, the silence suffused with light. The eyelashes
take your temperature and pulverized.
The rooms are warm, travetino ice cream under the palms.
are ups and downs of the carousel under three, are the fur
stolen his mother not to get cold on the balcony in February, to tell
silent prayer proverbs of days confused and yet eloquently
absorbed by the walls too murky and buttons.
I will drink, even disguised as lemonade and no
please remind me who are just afraid of the
qeullo that made me a truffle in a slight delay on the dates of asylum,
on the tail to return to reality and forgiveness
.
enough for me tui-rays without the victory not to try
questions
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